9
Camping Out
The sun was low on the eastern horizon, only a hand’s breadth above the mountains, and they were about a third of the way down the northern side of the mountain’s flank when they found the tracks: a single line of footsteps that ran from east-southeast to the northwest. The unexpected discovery brought them up short, and they disembarked their sleds to investigate.
Povol frowned, crouching down next to the trail and studying the tracks with a practiced eye. “These are fresh. Definitely made today.”
Raedrick was no tracker, but he had to agree. Yesterday’s high winds and snowfall would have quickly filled in any tracks left then. Today’s winds were less, especially here in the lee of the mountain, despite the occasional fierce gusts.
“None of your friends came up here tod
